[And when Greed gets there, Stocke's perched on a low brick wall, waiting. Entirely human, of course, and maybe that's the only reason something about him might (might) feel marginally off.]
[But then again: he's smiling, faintly. You'd think it was a good thing - Prophet knows he doesn't smile enough - but it doesn't match the situation, nor the rest of his pose. He's too much on alert for it to fit. For all its friendliness, and for all that it is a smile you could genuinely get out of Stocke (not too wide, not too manic)...]
[It's a mask, much like his usual impassive one.]
[There's a battered leather bag slung over his shoulder. It's full of something that clinks faintly when he shifts.]
Greed, [he greets, tipping his head. Again, there's a distinct lack...]
-> action? [2/2]
[But then again: he's smiling, faintly. You'd think it was a good thing - Prophet knows he doesn't smile enough - but it doesn't match the situation, nor the rest of his pose. He's too much on alert for it to fit. For all its friendliness, and for all that it is a smile you could genuinely get out of Stocke (not too wide, not too manic)...]
[It's a mask, much like his usual impassive one.]
[There's a battered leather bag slung over his shoulder. It's full of something that clinks faintly when he shifts.]
Greed, [he greets, tipping his head. Again, there's a distinct lack...]